As the shadow creeps beyond my vision, growing longer,
I will turn to face the dying star up in the sky.
I'm forgetting all the wonder and the memory of you,
as I learn to face the paradox of you and I.
There's a beauty in the gloom that always overthrows me.
I return to start the end of everything in me.
And now all the waves come crashing down and I am drowning.
Is this deepest water or is this infinity?